From: Yeah
Subject: Embarking...F/F short short
Date: Sat, 05 Apr 1997 16:38:31 -0500
Organization: Brevard's Premier Internet Service Provider
Reply-To: Talionis_Lex@hotmail.com
Embarking
It must be a delicious feeling -- to have hands like your own, soft,
and gentle, stealing over your bare skin. Fingers that tease, push,
prodding, poke. Caresses that melt away your resistance, your barriers,
slipping your clothes from you. You reach out for their forms, to
reciprocate the pleasure you feel, find your hands gliding over curves
like your own, feeling the ridges and the valleys in skin like you have
many times yourself. Their whispers float up to you, single syllables,
repeated over and over, like a mantra and you press yourself into their
hands. They find you fascinating, and they tell you again and again,
touching you to see when you moan, coinciding their caress with your
aches. You are flushed, sweating with desire. You gasp as they separate
your labia, the touch of strangers, no, new friends, in where your touch
had once prevailed. Delight nearly drives you wild as their rough
fingernails spread you, and only after eons of sweet teasing, does the
licking begin...